Once upon a time there was a crazy bavarian filmmaker... As with Fitzcarraldo, the very existence of this film is somewhat miraculous and Herzog is so unique with his ruthless film poetry that, at least for me, the fact that the film drags in some spots is only a minor flaw, almost inherent to the strange mix of hyperrealist depiction of the action and ecstatic contemplation of myth. Aguirre is lethargic and stunning at the same time, the same measure. Is quite clear now where Jauja comes from (which I want to rewatch though I liked less than this one).